The beloved husband has been on a trip for five days. Since I’ve retired, this is the longest time we’ve been apart.
Having spent the greater part of my life living on my own, I’m independent. I am comfortable in my own company. I can take myself out to dinner and not feel awkward.
For me this was an opportunity to get some things done and do or eat things he doesn’t like.
On my end the weather cooperated. It was in the 80s and warm just the way I like it. On his end, not so much. He was in Denver for a May snowstorm. The temperatures barely hit the 50s for his entire trip. They had five inches of snow.
He got to see the granddaughters and all of his kids so the trip was good.
On my end I learned some things.
Lesson 1, Noise — Being the only person in the house makes me chatty. Yes, I talk to myself a lot. I talk to the cats. I talk to the cabinets. I even swear at corners that come out to hit me. I apologize to the sofa when I kick it and ask my car how it’s doing today. I don’t usually do that when he’s here.
Except for the 3 a.m. cat triathlons that involve running into walls, howling at the top of their little lungs and hopping at full speed onto my chest; cats don’t make noise. In the rare moments that I didn’t talk, the house was quiet. Very, very quiet.
To understand the irony of the talking/noise thing you need to know that the beloved husband doesn’t talk much. It’s more that I talk at him and he grunts back. What he provides is background noise. The lawn mower, tools, screen doors flopping shut. There is none of that going on when he’s not here.
Lesson 2, Cooking – I had great plans of trying some unusual dishes and maybe baking a cake. He’ll be back in a few hours and the only thing I cooked was bacon and eggs. It’s no fun cooking for one.
Lesson 3, Time – Time is a funny thing. Sometimes it flies by and sometimes it drags. For instance when I’m trying to get things done, it flies. Before you know it, I’m out of time. On the other hand when I miss him, it seems like he’s been gone for eons.
Lesson 4, Loneliness – I’m not lonely. I rarely get lonely. Perhaps years on my own has taught me to create routines that make me happy and content. There was some retail therapy and dinner with friends. The cats got a Pedi and some extra huggies and I caught up on some TV programs. Maybe five days is not enough to feel lonely.
He’ll be home in a few hours and I’m hoping to curb my incessant chatting (not likely) and maybe have a nice home cooked dinner (not likely either – I’m thinking rotisserie chicken).
Some things never change.